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Disclaimer: X-men evolution, as well as its characters does
NOT, I repeat, do NOT belong to me and I�m NOT making any money from this fanfic. This story is only the
work of a FAN (a very poor one actually) that loves the characters.

A. N.: I AM SO SORRY this took so long. I
worked so much that when I had spare time I just couldn�t bring myself to write
anything. However, the fic is still alive. The thanks
are in the end of the chapter ^.~�.oh, and:
<flashbacks>

Chapter 12: The call

Wolverine was grinning like a Cheshire cat. The
situation was really amusing.

�Please what, elf? What do you want?� Logan was finding the
whole thing really funny.

�S-stop hurting him�please� Kurt managed to
stead his voice enough to say it. Scott had tried to help him, he couldn�t let
him be beat up like that.

�Things are not that simple, elf. Scotty here
attacked me. Do you think I can let him off like that? If you want us to stop
punishing him you�ll have to give us something instead� Logan sneered.

Kurt didn�t even know why the man bothered with
all the speech, his real intentions were too obvious, this
was just another game to humiliate Kurt. As soon as he heard the man�s words, a
part of Kurt regretted having opened his mouth. �I never asked Scott to do zhat. I vas just trying to get avay from zhem.� But after
one glance at Summers all beaten and bloody his
conscience wouldn�t have it. �You came crawling and crying in his direction,
your vuss. Of course it�s your fault�. As soon as he
saw Scott getting hurt because of him he knew he wouldn�t be able to take it.
He really wanted to say fuck it all,
crawl away and lick his own wounds, but he just couldn�t do it. His voice shook
and tears were falling freely as he spoke �Just zay vhat you vant zo
we can get it over vith. You vant me to zuck you? Is it
zo zimple? You know you
could make me do zhat even vithout
threatening him. You vant to fuck me�zhen fuck me. It�s not like I should care anymore, you and
your friends already fucked me zideways. It�s not
like I�m good for anyzhing else anymore, either. You
can take vhatever you vant,
zhere�s nothing left anyway�zo,
I don�t zee zhe point in you hurting him. Just let
him go and do vhatever you vant
with me.�

Scott lay motionless on the floor. He was
conscious enough to understand that what he had done had backfired and now he
was being used as leverage to torture Kurt a little more. �So
stupid�. He could kick himself if his body already didn�t hurt so much.
He heard a sneer and could look up just enough to see the scorn on Wolverine�s
face.

�Well, well, well�it seems we have two heroes,
after all. Self sacrifice�noble, touching. I didn�t
think you had in you, kid. However, I see you understand your situation really
well. You belong to me�your pleasure and your pain. There�s nothing you can
offer me that I can�t take by force. Thus, it is up to me whether Shades here
lives or dies. So�� at this point Logan little speech was interrupted.

A phone ring. The house�s phone
ring.

Silence fell heavy on the tv room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Six
pairs of eyes focused on the source of the irritating noise.
Kurt felt the urge to run, grab it and plead
for help before he could regret it. But fear kept him from moving.
Scott�s mind was still swimming. They had
kicked him in the head pretty hard. He could understand what was happening, but
could not think of anyway to make it work in their favor.
�What now?� Blob was the first to speak.
Logan looked around to his three
captives, setting his stare in Marie. �Let her answer it.�

�Are you fucking nuts, old man?� Creed
definitely didn�t think letting the hostages chat on the phone was a smart
move. Wolverine however didn�t pay attention to him.

Marie was fighting down hope. She would get to
talk to someone outside. She knew damn well that she wouldn�t be able to speak
freely �But may be I could give a hint that something is wrong to whoever was
calling, especially if it was mom or dad.� Marie gave Scott and Kurt a hopeful
glance �May be I can get them help�. No, she couldn�t let herself have too high
expectations. Sure these bastards won�t let her talk on the phone just like
that. �There must be a catch. There is always a catch.� And as if reading her
mind, Wolverine spoke.

�Listen up pumpkin, now is the time for you to
show us some acting skills. Don�t get your hopes up as you�ll be on the
speaker.� He looked at Marie who was glaring at him as if to burn wholes in his
skull. As she did so Logan
put his foot to Scott�s head and started to force it down ignoring the young
man�s grunts of pain, Kurt and Marie jumped in apprehension. The dark man
continued �If one of you mess this up. I�ll put my foot through his skull, just
like that beautiful chair you had�.

Marie winced at the thought of Scott�s brain
scattered around the floor like those pieces of wood. Funny how her mind was
graphic when it didn�t need to be. Still it drove Logan�s point home. Her thoughts were
interrupted by Sabertooth.

�Ha, now we�re having fun� the blond man was
more content now with Logan�s
idea. He was almost wishing for the little bitch to mess it up.

�Blob take her to the phone and put it on the
speaker� Wolverine ordered.

�Er, how do I do
that? Is there a button or something?� The big man asked looking confused and a
little embarrassed.

Wolverine sighed. Blob�s stupidity never ceased
to amaze him. �Creed, you do it. Assuming you know how to�� he trailed looking
rather jaded.

Sabertooth growled to the man, something like
a big angry cat. It didn�t seem to
scare Logan,
however. The blond man proceeded to do what he was told. Whoever was calling
was insisting, the phone just kept ringing. As soon as
Creed put it on speaker a female voice was heard.

�Hello��

Kurt�s eyes shot up involuntary, tears coming
to them. �Mom�.

�H-hi� Marie said, trying really hard to stead
her voice.

�Marie, why it took you so long? You haven�t killed you brother and
was burying him on the yard, have you?� Asked Raven in mock concern.

Marie gave a sad smile. It was so good to hear
her mother�s voice once again. It seemed ages since she last heard her and it
had only been a couple days. �No, mom� she answered.

�Great. Because we�ve already
talked about that.� Raven said in a serious voice.

�Yeah� Marie said, fighting back tears.

�Is there something wrong, dear?� Raven asked,
now with true concern.

�Oh, no, no, no�she caught something on my
voice� Marie looked nervously from Scott to Logan, who was looking rather
unhappy to say the least.

�Well�you know, it�s just Kurt. He always knows how to get to me.�
The girl let her head hang in guilt for lying in this situation.

�Have a little patience Marie. You know he can
sense irritation and he revels on it.� The woman jested.

That caused both brothers to smile sadly. Their
mother�s sense of humor was pretty unique for a mom. Well, truth be told,
everything about Raven was pretty unique for a mom. Ever since the brothers
were little she would be the first to laugh at them if they made something
stupid, but also would be the first to defend them if someone came close to
hurt them, sometimes going into, what Kurt called, psycho mother mode.

�Speaking of him, where is my little revenge
against humanity? I miss him. It�s been sometimes since he picked up the phone
to complain. Is he still on the you don�t understand
me, you don�t care about me phase?� Raven asked, doing her best Kurt
impression.

Meanwhile Marie was searching her brain for
something she would normally say. �No he already moved on to the If I must suffer, so shall you phase. Which means he will drive me mad and he will refuse to talk to you
guys.� As soon as she spoke her eyes went immediately to Kurt, as if to
apologize for what she was saying, her inner voice screaming at her �What are
you doing?? You�re handing Kurt in a silver plate to them.� But she couldn�t
let Scott die. Kurt didn�t say or do anything; he just looked at the floor.

Marie could hear her mother sighing �Well, tell
my five years old son that we love him and we miss him, ok?�

�Yeah. How is dad?� Marie asked, she
missed her father, his strength and serenity, she
wanted to hear his voice so bad. After all, she didn�t know if she would ever
get to see him again.

�Oh, he is fine. He wanted to talk to you guys,
but some people from the conference held on to him. Well, we�ll be getting home
soon, so we�ll talk when we get back. Tell Kurt he isn�t running away from
that.� Raven said, a little bit disappointed on not being able to talk to her
son.

�Ok, love you guys� Marie fought hard the lump
in her throat. The girl didn�t want to say goodbye. She knew that as soon as
she did she would be back at her corner as an observer of her brother�s
molestation until their captors decide whether to let them live or kill them.

�Marie, honey don�t be sappy�we love you too.
Enough of that, I�m about to cry. You know I hate crying, it messes my make up.�
Raven said, her voice a tiny bit shaken.

Marie chuckled a little. �Yeah, I know� she
said wistful.

�See you soon, dear�

�Yeah�see ya� the
girl heard her mom hung up. Even after that, she kept looking at the phone like
Raven was somewhere to be found inside the black device. She was reluctant to
look up, she couldn�t face Kurt. Marie�s heart kept yelling at her that she
could have done something, anything to help Kurt, but she had chose Scott over
him. The girl�s mind tried to fight back saying that there was nothing that she
could do. That, even if she did tried something, there was no way of knowing
what they might have done. Why stop at Scott? May be they would have killed the
three of them. However her heart wouldn�t have any of it. She tore her gaze
away from the phone to finely look at her brother, guilt tearing her apart.
Their eyes met and she let out a sorrowful �I�m so sorry�. She felt like she
just had ruined the boy�s only hope of getting any help.

Kurt shook his head, avoiding his sister�s eyes
as he did so. �It�s not your fault� the boy said genuinely, but he did feel
there was no hope left for him, anymore. He never really thought about it,
about their parents calling, but when he heard his mother voice he felt a little
spark of hope light up somewhere inside of him. He did understand there wasn�t
any choice. If Marie said something all of them would be dead or dying right
now. This knowledge didn�t make anything less painful, though. He wouldn�t be
saved, there was no help coming, 48 hours was enough time for their captors to
rape him lifeless. Thinking about that made Kurt wish for the death that would
have come had Marie did something. �Zelfish jerk�
said a voice inside his head �Zummers and Rogue vould have been killed too.� He let his head hang in shame
of even thinking of let them die on his behalf.

Kurt, Marie and Scott were thrown back together
at their corner. The air felt heavy around them, none of them dared to speak. Logan seemed to be in a
real bad mood right now. Their captors had only two more days to make a move. Logan fished out a cell
phone from his pocket.

�Are you going to call the witch?� Blob asked
anxious.

�Shut the fuck up, you dumb shit� Creed all but
hollered at him. They had to keep Blob in a tight leash so he didn�t give away
too much information.

�I�ll talk outside� Wolverine informed sternly
storming out of the room.

�Fucking old man. You won�t let me out of this one� Sabertooth followed him in a rather rotten mood. Leaving
Blob to look around for something to do, soon he decided he was up for another
round of Playstation to let his stress out.

Only when the big man was entertained enough Scott
dared to whisper. �I�m sorry. I screwed things up even more� he said avoiding
their eyes in shame.

Kurt sat beside Scott and was looking rather startled
at the young man. �Zo�Zummers
makes mistakes and has regrets too� Suddenly the man
seemed a lot less annoying in the boy�s eyes. The fact that everything he did,
mistake or not, was in order to help Kurt made the boy�s conscience hurt a
little.

�You didn�t screw anyzhing
but your own face Zummers. You just tried to help, zhat�s all. My situation isn�t any vorst
because ov it� the boy said, �But it isn�t any better
either�zo�� it took some seconds to Kurt gather up
the courage to say it �zo don�t interfere
anymore�neither ov you� he said looking directly at
their eyes for the first time since his rapist broke in the house.

Marie and Scott gazed sadly at him trying to
read his actions. �But Kurt�if we don�t�� Scott began but was cut off by Kurt.

�If you do interfere you von�t
be able to do anyzhing and more people vill get hurt� He said �If it�s just me, may be
they�ll get zick ov it and
kill�just me� he thought but he didn�t say it.

�Kurt, I thought you hated me. I can�t stand
around and se you sacrifice yourself and do nothing� Summers�
voice gained a tone close to despair, he really wouldn�t be able to stand it,
being completely powerless.

The black haired boy gazed at him as in
thought, then he looked at Blob playing on the couch,
just so he had something to look at as he said. �I don�t hate you Zummers, never did. I vas just jealous� you had everyzhing I vanted, you vas everyzhing I vanted to be�vell, except for zhe gay part.�
He said, a little bit of a blush graced his cheeks.

Scott and Marie were just gaping like dead
fishes; they were completely and utterly speechless.

The boy continued in a more serious tone �I�m
no hero. Never vas and never vill be. Zhat�s you Scott. I just�accepted zhat
zhat�s my zituation now and
it doesn�t have to be yours. So, it�s better if zome ov us get through zhis not harmed.� He said, not mentioning his guilt for
wishing the death Marie would have cause all of them if she had said something
on the phone. No, this way was better �If zomeone is
to die, is better if is just me.� He told himself, dark thoughts of the pain of
violation and forced pleasure crowding his mind. The boy without realizing started
to scratch his stomach again.

There was nothing left for Scott and Marie to
say. Scott just looked at Kurt admiringly �You grew up� he said letting a soft
smile play on his lips. He rested his head against the wall closing his eyes �Say
what you want, you�re still the bravest person I know.�

Kurt put all his remaining energy in a small
fake smile. �Hey, may be some day they�ll make me into a cartoon hero, huh?� he
said, trying his damn hardest not to show them that, inside his head, he was
screaming, Scott�s words tearing him like a knife.

< �Now spread your legs and fuck yourself on
my cock�

�You were right, you�re more then our
whore�you�re our toilet too�

�You�re disgusting. But this dress thing kind
of looks good on you�

�Look at what you�ve done, elf� >.

�No, Scott, you�re wrong. I�m not brave, not
brave at all� Thought Kurt dejected with himself, but he didn�t say a thing.
No, he would never tell them the truth. How he whored himself out to earn
relief from their torture. How he would fuck or suck off anyone right now who would
give him a quick, painless death. No, he would keep his pathetic weakness to
himself.

Scott was unaware of Kurt�s thoughts, breathing
slowly to avoid the pain on his ribs the young man turned to look tiredly at Marie
�Thanks. I know it must have been hard.� He said genuinely.

The girl just gave him a sad, embarrassed
smile. What else could she do? Tell him about her regret of doing what she was
told to; of exchanging his brother well being for Scott�s sake. She couldn�t
say anything. She stole a glance at Kurt and that�s when she noticed��You're
bleeding... a lot�.

Kurt looked at his leg and saw what Marie was talking about,
the white night gown had a huge red stain in it. Seeing so
much of his own blood kind of made him feel nauseated. However, it
didn't make him forget about the embarrassment of being dressed in a woman's
night gown. That was extremely humiliating for him. He felt like a plastic
doll, that his captors fucked and played dress up as they pleased, and it was
all happening in front of Scott and Marie's eyes. Kurt started to pull up the
skirt to take a look at his wound, not so much out of interest but because it
seemed nobody would, and that way he could have something to concentrate on,
beside the shame. It didn't look good, Marie flinched a little just looking at
it. Kurt proceeded to pull out the large piece of glass embedded in his thigh,
biting his lip while doing it to avoid whimpering.

"Kurt, give me that" Marie whispered as soon as the large shard was
out of his flesh.

"What..." Scott started.

"I don't know." Marie answered, and
she really didn't. All she knew was that the shard was something that could cut,
thus she would keep it.

Kurt was a bit reluctant. He stole a glance at
Blob before putting it on Marie's hands, tied behind her back. After that the
boy went back to focus on his leg, The piece of glass
had shattered in smaller pieces in his thigh and he wouldn't be able to
take them all out. Plus, without the larger fragment of glass the wound was
bleeding freely. Kurt tried to rip the nightgown to make it into a tourniquet.
He couldn't. He just didn't have the strength. He looked restlessly at Marie
and Scott that could do nothing to help him. The only other person in there was
Blob. He didn't want ask for his help...he really didn't want...but this way he
would die from blood lost. He was scared of it. Kurt did wish for the release
death would give him, but knowing that you�re dying slowly and certainly, was still
so damn scaring.

'Veak whore' he thought to himself. It didn't
register that he was referring to himself as his rapist did. Still, he kept
trying uselessly to rip the white cloth. After a few more attempts he finally
gave it up. Looking tentatively to Blob he spoke timidly, his voice sounding so meek he cringed inward as soon as the
first word came out of his lips. However it didn't fail to
catch Blob's attention.

"B-Blob...I w-was trying to make a
tourniquet but..." He started, hating himself for not being able to speak,
but his throat was so sore, and after all that he had been through he was
terrified of those men. He waited a little hoping Blob would catch his drift,
so he wouldn't have to ask for help.

"Want some help there little Kurt?� the
man asked giving the boy a crooked smile.

Kurt said nothing. The man stood up, walked to
where Kurt was and kneeled down. �Want me to rip your clothes for you?� he said
smirking.

�I-I want to make it into a tourniquet� the boy
said, as if making clear what exactly he wanted would keep the man from what he wanted.

Scott and Marie watched the scene, there wasn�t
much they could say or do, but both of them couldn�t help to notice there was
change in Kurt�s attitude towards the men. They could say he was scared of them
before, but now he seemed damn right terrified. His voice, his body language�they
were succeeding in beating him into submission. That worried both of them.
Until now, no matter how beat up and humiliated, the old Kurt was still there,
his insolence, his irritating cheekiness. If they break even that�what would be
left of the boy to save?

�What did they do to him upstairs?� Scott
couldn�t help to wonder.

Blob took the hem of the nightgown into his
hands and began to lift really slowly. Kurt tensed up using his hands to hold
the cloth to his private parts between his legs. Blob suddenly shoved the boy�s
legs apart and moved in between them. Kurt let out a sob looking nervously to
his side where Scott and Rogue were. �H-he wouldn�t rape me right by their
side�would he?� Kurt was starting to hyperventilate. Blob then ripped a piece
of the white cloth causing Kurt to yelp in surprise.

Blob just laughed �A little bit tense there
little Kurt?� the man asked, leaving Kurt utterly embarrassed. With the piece
of cloth in hand the fat man grabbed the boy�s thighs forcing them wider apart.

�I-I�m bleeding�Wolverine�he�� the boy said,
maybe the fact that their leader had shown interest in keeping him alive would
help Blob concentrate in Kurt�s wound instead of his butt.

�Don�t worry little Kurt� you already drained
my energy with that tight little ass of yours�at least for now.� As he said
that the man used the cloth in hand tying it to the boy�s leg. It hurt a lot
since there was still glass embedded in his thigh, but at least it would stop
the bleeding.

Blob than stood and went back to the sofa,
throwing himself on it as if it was his own living
room couch. As he did so, Kurt let out a breath he didn�t know he was holding.
Slowly he pulled his legs together and brought them to his chest. All his moves
painstakingly careful, because of the pain his slightest movement elicited. The
boy lowered his head hoping against all hope that Scott and rogue hadn�t
realized the gutless whore he had become.

Scott, hurt as he was, couldn�t help looking at
Kurt and thinking that no matter how much pain he was in right now, it had to
hurt a hell of a lot more to feel your spirit dying.

A really long THANKS, that are long overdue:

xIreth: Thank you
so much for your comment. You really did gave me some
ideas. Some of them are really good and DO work on the fic.
I won�t tell which ones cause I don�t want to spoil things for you (^.~). But really,
thanks for your help.

Melon: Melon, my friend, thank you so much
for your support. Don�t worry, constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome. I
really do appreciate that you�re willing to overlook my mistakes and read my fic. It makes me think that, despite my stupid mistakes, it
is still worth giving it a go. I�ll trust you to always give me your true
opinion, ok? So�You liked Kurt in a dress, huh? I just couldn�t help it, I had to do it�Sorry Kurt, poor thing. Well I don�t know
if Kurt having a fetish will work well in the fic�but
putting him in a dress again, let me see what I can work out for you (^.~). And
honey, I know I should listen to your advice and ignore the flamers (the ME guy), but this one time�I won't. Luv ya.

Me: I started reading the comics when I
was fourteen(I�m in college now, in case you�re wondering).; I watched the
movies (several times); I watched the whole television series (both of them:
x-men and x-men evo) and I have x-men evo on DVD . I do
believe I know x-men. Warnings. They are a great thing. And, what do
you know, I put them all over. You
can see the definitions on �The fanfiction glossary�
(http://www.subreality.com/glossary/terms.htm): OOC - a fictional creature, acting in a manner
not consistent with his/her/its established personality. This can be on purpose for a plot device (which is the case here)�DARKFIC
- A story involving a large
amount of death/pain/trauma being inflicted on the characters, often to force
out characterization. To quote Elsa Bibat's essay
"A Long Strange Walk": "Those
who really don't like seeing their favorite characters slaughtered or
emotionally and mentally scarred for life are advised not to read anything with
a [DARK] tag or warning."
You DO realize X-men evo
is an AU of the real X-men, don�t you? I mean Avalanche�s real name is Dominic
Szilard Janos Petros. Lance Alvers
doesn�t even exist. Kurt is a catholic. Berzerker
(Ray) appears in only ONE issue of X-factor and dies for crying out loud. So
you think the script writers can go
�What if the x-men went to high school together?..and, and Avalanche�s name was Lance Alvers�and, and, he was in love with Shadowcat,
who SHOULDN�T BE more then a decade older then Jubilee�, But us, fic writers, can�t do it?!? What the hell are you doing
reading fanfiction anyway?

ChickWithAClue: Hehehe I would take from that you resent
Creed. Just kidding. Thank you for keep reading
although you don�t like the torture part. I do appreciate your effort. I�m so
glad you liked their backgrounds. I do feel that if you going to through in an
AU, you must make it believable. I�m also glad to hear that I�m being
successful on portraying them realistically. It is a big issue for me. Me?
Brave? Thank you, honey. I never thought of myself as graphic, but it�s just
how it�s coming out. Well, hope you�ll like it even more in the future (fingers
crossed). Tell me if you do like it�or don�t like it (>.<)

Johanna Bella: I�m so happy to hear that. Kurt is
also my favorite (I don�t know why I just keep writing stuff happening to him
>.<). I�ll keep going, I just can�t update as fast as wanted. I hope it
doesn�t discourage you.

Miku: You don�t know how happy I was to hear that. It
does mean a lot. I hope you liked this chapter honey. See you in the next chap
^_^

Lina: Oh, honey, don�t be depressed. There is fluffy
light in the end of the tunnel.

Avery: ^_____^ I�m so very happy right now. Kurt is
my fav character also and I just keep thinking of
stuff to happen to him, but don�t worry, the healing is coming. About my
character development, you don�t know how it means to know that their minds and
inner feelings are coming across. I do pay special attention to each
character�s inner turmoil. I think in a situation like that all people involved
have their inner chaos going on, not only Kurt. I think is really interesting seeing the trauma happening in their
minds. You know what I mean? The characters profile is drawn, not in a
description, but in their thoughts and actions. What you said meant a lot to
me. Thank you.

Needlasch: Welcome to our world honey ^_^�here they
suffer, they cry, they bleed, they scream�but they heal and overcome things
stronger than before. Thank you so much. I hope you�ll keep on reading (and
hopefully liking it).

WOOOWWW: Fucked up? Well, Tarantino�s movies
are fucked up, Sade�s stories are fucked up. Call it
fucked up...I just call it art. Hehehe, just kidding. Well, it�s not well written, true. However, English
is not my first language and I�m not a professional writer, still, I really try,
so cut me some slack, ok?

Yohlenyaoilover: Here it is honey. Hope you liked.

SyntheticDreams: I�m really so glad you liked. Something about
Kurt being vulnerable and suffering is just, fucking hypnotizing, isn�t it?
Well, hope you liked your fix (^.~)
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